Loudon Wainwright III - The shit song

^GWhen I run into friends of mine I haven't seen in ^Dyears, ^DThey give me the once over then their eyes well up with ^Gtears. ^GThen they pronounce me 'looking great', I haven't changed a ^Cbit, I flash 'em back a ^Gfeeble smile: I ^Dknow ^CI ^Bm7look ^Dlike ^Gsh*t.

^G'Cos I saw myself this morning, phew, and I know of what I ^Dspeak. ^DI'm a human being, but I look like I r^Geek. ^GAnd a weaker bathroom lightbulb just might take care of i^Ct, 'Cos the mirror shatters ^Gyour illusions ^Dwhen ^Cyou ^Bm7look ^Dlike ^Gsh*t.

^CSh*t comes in different colors ^Gand consistencies, I ^A7guess that I'm just aging like the ^Dfinest ^Cwines and ^Dcheeses. ^GThe guy that's me, who's in my dreams, is ^Dtwenty-five or six, ^DI'm old enough to be his dad, how's that for parlour ^Gtricks? ^GLife's a job you're fired from, unless of course you ^Cquit, Gee, I wonder ^Bm7if that ^Gold blind ^Dguy knows that ^Che ^Bm7looks ^Dlike ^Gsh*t? Let's ask him! ^D'scuse me? No, over here^Em! ^G

^GAlthough I know it's natural, I ^Dstill can't understand. Once I looked like a million bucks, now, more like two ^Ggrand. ^GWe start out with a lot of time, but what happens to ^Cit? Times flies when you ^Gf**k around and then ^Cyou ^Bm7look ^Dlike ^Gsh*t! ^GOh, ain't it the truth, brothers and sisters?^C

^CSh*t comes in different colors ^Gand consistencies, '^A7Sh*t's a gift we make', Freud said, ^Dhere, take mine won't you ^D6please?'

^GGrowing old ain't easy, it's a ^D7process so they ^Dsay. We proceed to our grand finale, every single ^Gday. But dying doesn't worry me, I'm not bothered a ^Cbit, I just don't like the ^Gthought of ^Dlying there ^Clook^Bm7ing ^Dlike ^Gsh*t!